Chapter 899: Don't do this to us!

"Shall I call me?"
　　Iverson got his wish. When he finished saying that nonsense, for three consecutive rounds, Mo Mengchen first shook him to stop the jumper to score.
　　 85 to 74
　　 "Is this what you said?"
　　 Next round, Iverson's breakthrough began to be restricted, and the Pistons' defense against him was the kind of extreme package that would rather be scored by others than make him comfortable shooting.
　　 Coleman made a three-pointer from outside and hit.
　　 77 to 85
　　 is still Mo Mengchen, Iverson's defense is like a roadside grass in his eyes, not to mention that he is injured, even if he is not injured, scoring on him is just thinking and not wanting.
　　When the 76ers defended Momon Dust by the way the Pistons defended Iverson—Haplin dropped dangerous Hill to contain Momon Dust.
　　 The choices made by Mo Mengchen are surprising.
Hill stood akimbo on the spot, Mo Mengchen passed the Iverson on the outside butterfly, and then passed through Haplin's defense at a rapid speed. The last hurdle was Shi Dun Duncan. In order to assist defense, he put Curry put it.
Mo Mengchen left Harperin and Curry without passing the ball, hit Duncan's defense in the front, the air collided, the whistle sounded, the referee's foul whistle fell on the most stable person in the league, and this can't stop it. A ball flew above the basket, made a turn, and fell into it.
"This guy is the in my heart!" Louis M. Lall tried his best to lick the dog, almost fainted by Mo Mengchen, if not the two enthusiastic rookies supported by Watson and Simmons, he said Not allowed to fall on the bench on the spot.
　　 "I called, is this what you want?"
When 　　 made a free throw, Mo Mengchen asked poisonously, "Why don't you resist?"
　　Iverson clenched his fists, and he no longer knew how to show his anger.
　　Mo Mengchen hit a penalty.
　　 88 to 77
　　 At this time, when Iverson was most angry, the Pistons once again put out a full-field press, that is, when he was most angry, he would bruise his sharpness so that he could not vent his indignation.
　　 Iverson's anger in his stomach, but under the outsourcing of Mo Mengchen and Hill, his way had been blocked.
　　The only option left is the pass.
　　 "Will Iverson break down?" Frasses had never seen such an extreme form of oppression.
　　 It can be seen that Mo Mengchen does not want to expand the score, otherwise he should use a more secure method to play. From the fourth quarter to the present, what he has done is nothing more than the trouble of finding Iverson.
　　 The trouble of finding Iverson is not strange. The strange thing is that I'm looking for trouble from beginning to end.
　　You want to attack, I will not let you attack.
　　You want to shoot, I foul you.
　　 You can't bear it anymore, do you? What can you do if you wait for it?
　　 Excessive bagging will give the 76ers a lot of open shots. This Mo Mengchen naturally understands that he does not consider this matter. As long as Iverson passes the ball, the 76ers can complete a correct attack. , But Iverson's rage was not vented.
　　 Ankle injury is intensifying, and the pain brought by the opponent is also increasing.
　　 The 76ers can only rely on Duncan to score.
　　 Stone Buddha had no feeling outside the paint area tonight. Every attack was to attack the basket with the ball. Curry also saw the routine. He was completely invulnerable to his jumper and low back shot.
　　 Duncan's basic skills helped a lot, even if Curry knew he was attacking the basket, there was no way.
　　All Curry can do is keep his defensive position and wait for his teammates to respond.
　　 The moment Duncan shot, Rashid was like a soldier, surrounded from the flank, and gave the stone Buddha a hard hat.
　　 The basketball was heavily hit, Ginobili grabbed the nearly outbound rebound and threw it to Hill. Mo Mengchen accelerated the fast break, leaving only the rim in his eyes.
　　 "Mo!"
　　 Long pass from Devil Mountain.
Dor.Mo looked like the pinnacle Bolt in the 100-meter final, looking back mockingly, with the answer behind him, and the ball in front, he speeded up, flicked away Iverson at a speed visible to the naked eye, and caught Hill’s long pass. Going one step further, stepping into the paint area, gliding directly, grasping the ball tightly with his right hand, his bounce rate is astonishingly fast, the vertical height is also nearly one meter, and his muscular body draws a hole in the air. In the meniscus, the basketball was like a missile ejected, violently bombarded into the basket.
　　 "OHHHHH!!!"
　　Mo Mengchen grabbed the basket with one hand, and people were swaying on the basket, and Iverson came after him.
　　 scored 7 points in a row.
　　Mo Mengchen's personal score also reached 40 points.
　　 He fell down, 76 people called a timeout.
　　Iverson is about to end.
　　 "Trouble telling your coach to change your personal defense. I don't want to beat the Water Dog anymore." Mo Mengchen's sarcasm made Iverson suddenly turn around, and his black face was full of anger.
"Yes, that's how it is." Mo Mengchen sneered. "You are incompetent like a stupid dog that fell into a pit. Seeing you like this makes people have no idea of ​​scoring. Please disappear from me and don't affect me. Score."
　　 The furious Iverson finally stepped forward and pushed hard against Mo Mengchen.
　　Why don't you throw a fist?
　　Mo Mengchen was directly pushed down, slipping for several meters, his teammates saw it, and stepped forward, there were persuasion, some wanted to expand the situation, and some came to help Mo Mengchen.
　　 There were many people persuading the fight. The conflict did not expand further. The referee gave Iverson a technical foul, and the matter was settled.
　　 90 to 77
　　 13 points difference, Brown called to suspend Momon's unstoppable arrogance, but Iverson's technical foul made the suspension meaningless.
　　 A technical foul is not enough to get Iverson deported, but it is enough to ruin the timeout.
　　 was 13 points behind and the Pistons made two free throws.
　　 There are only seven minutes left in the game.
　　 "Live boos!"
　　 "Fans will be unwilling to show all this!"
"Dor.Mo was booed by the audience!" Andrew Tony said, "This feeling is very much like Larry Bird who came to the Spectrum Arena game that year." (76 people at the home stadium before 1996) )
　　 Cheeks sighed: "Dor.Mo always shows the coldest face when facing the 76ers. The boos at the scene are proportional to the fear of the fans."
　　 Regarding "Dor.Mo can always show the coldest face when facing the 76ers", the Lakers fans and Knicks fans in front of the TV may still have to say to the Blazers fans.
　　 "Mo. Good job." Westphal said, "You destroyed the AI."
　　 No one in the Pistons regretted Iverson who was injured. Of course, this is a respectable thing for fans.
As for the destruction of Iverson, Mo Mengchen did not approve, he did not think that Iverson was destroyed by him, and the viscera and dwarf of the dirty braided dwarf who did not even have 183 centimeters were iron. he.
　　 End of pause
　　The Pistons let Mo Mengchen perform the penalty.
　　Mo Mengchen made two free throws. His personal score reached 42 points. The Pistons’ lead extended to 15 points. Everyone can feel that the hope of winning is away from the 76ers.
　　 sidelines
　　Mo Mengchen stood out of bounds and prepared to serve, which made the 76ers relax a lot.
　　The Pistons recently scored 9 points, all of which were dealt with by Mo Mengchen. If Mo Mengchen was allowed to serve out-of-bounds, it means that their tactical offense.
　　 The 76ers can accept everything except getting Mo Mengchen to catch the ball.
　　Mo Mengchen raised his right hand, his teammates understood the gesture, and the tactical running began immediately.
　　 First pull out, high cover.
　　 is obviously outside tactics.
　　 But after helping Hill to cover, Curry did not pull towards the free throw line, but turned around and walked around Duncan in front of the basket.
"be cheated!"
　　Stone Buddha knew it was not good, chased back with all his strength, Mo Mengchen exerted force, and threw the ball towards the basket.
　　Duncan knew what was going to happen, but was unable to stop it, but he still pursued with all his might, even if it would become the background of the ball, he did not stop.
　　Curry jumped up, his long monkey-like arm easily grabbed the pass, and behind him was Duncan, his hands vigorously smashing the basket, the attack was completed instantly.
　　94 to 77
　　 "The Pistons' lead extended to 17 points." Cheeks said weakly, "Is there any chance?"
For two consecutive years, the 76ers have the ambition to overthrow the piston dynasty, but they have been struck by a powerful opponent in the heart for two consecutive times.~EbookFREE.me~ The psychological endurance has reached the limit.
　　He now relies on instinct to drive the body, dribble, change direction, and launch an offensive. This is his constant offensive habit for many years.
　　In a healthy state, this set of actions can allow him to break the defense of any opponent. Now, Mo Mengchen in front of him is an iron gate, a barrier, an indestructible Great Wall, and a gate to the gods that separates heaven and hell.
　　When their bodies fought violently, Iverson was knocked back repeatedly.
　　The rhythm of his dribble was chaotic, and Mo Mengchen stepped forward instantly, swiftly shot with his right hand, and drove the ball away.
　　 "NO!!!"
　　 "Don't do this to us!" the vulnerable fans howled.
　　Mo Mengchen cut off Iverson's ball and accelerated the fast break.
　　 "Don't do this to us!" The female fans in the front row covered their faces.
　　Mo Mengchen was as fast as lightning. He threw away Iverson mercilessly, dribbling the ball beyond the arc's three-point line, and started a ruthless chasing three-pointer "I just want to do this to you!"
　　 Bang!
　　 "Cold-blooded Dor. Mo may have scored a three-pointer that ended the game suspense!" Cheeks learned how to cry from the fans, "God, don't do this to us!"
　　 Mo Mengchen, who scored his 45th point, turned to see Iverson, but said nothing more.
　　 76 people have not conceded, but the suspense of the game has ended.
　　All that remained was stubbornness and struggling before death.
　　Dor.Mo walked in front of the AI, the two people's body gradually moved away, the reporter photographed this scene.
　　 The next day, this photo was constantly reprinted, titled "Dor.Mo, don't do this to us!"